After that utterly satisfying slaughter across the board, Nine-Fingered Divine Lord's expression looked awful.
He raised his eyes to Gu An and asked through gritted teeth, "Where exactly did the problem lie?"
Gu An shrugged. "I don't know either."
"Why can you always guess my next move?"
"My intuition tells me where you'll play. And as long as I guess right, you seem to grow flustered, then keep changing your line of play until you finally reveal a flaw."
Gu An's answer enraged Nine-Fingered Divine Lord so much he nearly spat blood.
Gu An put away his smile and said, "But this game did make me understand something. Variables truly may bring calamity. Thank you for your instruction, Senior."
With that, he rose, saluted, and took his leave.
Nine-Fingered Divine Lord watched Gu An's back, opened his mouth, then finally lowered his gaze to the chessboard.
Gu An walked toward his own pavilion, a smile appearing on his face. In truth, there was one more thing he had not said.
Change could indeed bring calamity, but whether it was good or bad still depended on the player.
Life was like chess, and what Gu An wanted to be was a player who kept winning!
Even if his opponent was the so-called will of heaven!
To struggle against heaven was endless joy, was it not?
After thinking it through, Gu An no longer felt burdened. He would not casually change other people's lives. He would only change the lives of those he cared about.
Though Xiao Chuan was open-minded, that line of his about being born into a better fate in the next life also proved that he yearned for immortal cultivation; he simply lacked innate aptitude.
Gu An had also figured it out. As long as he kept growing stronger,